There are no pastries here.
Did I tell you I've been going to church lately?
My parents go to church every Sunday. My mom has always been a devout Catholic, and my stepdad's whole family has always been involved in the church in some way, so every Sunday, without fail, they head to St. Thomas Aquinas, which is just down the street from our place. My sister goes with them sometimes, and they all go out for brunch and after-church gossip when it's over.
I like the idea of spending time with my parents and doing something they're so into. I really only see them once a month or so, and like - they're old! I should spend more time with them. I want to meet their church friends. I want to go for breakfast and gossip after. I still have my own issues with religion and church, but family time is family time, you know? Anyway, so Stephen and I have been going along with them.
Okay, so - I haven't been to church in QUITE SOME TIME. When I decided that religion was Not My Thing Anymore, I think I was maybe 16. I guess I thought that maybe mass had gotten a little funkier? Times had changed? That it would be like Sister Act?
SO NOT LIKE SISTER ACT. Dudes, church is just as boring as I remember. Also, the priest was so not fun! I wanted someone like Father Norm, from when I was in high school (FYI, Father Norm was the shit). Instead, this guy was ALL BUSINESS. When it came time for communion, he had to make a special announcement about how this week they're going to try four different lines going this and that way to eliminate the "pushing and shoving". Since when is there pushing and shoving? I mean, how wild can it possibly get?
Maybe the problem is that it is Catholic church? I don't know. I remember going with my granddad to his church (he was Presbyterian) and the people seemed more joyful. Everyone was really nice, and there was always this coffee hour thing after, where everyone just hung out and ate a bunch of pastries. There are no pastries here.
Stephen suggested that we try a different church and see if that's more what I was hoping for. But then I wouldn't be spending time with my parents! You see the problem.
After the service today, we went for an extremely delicious breakfast that involved far more coffee than is necessary, and then Stephen and I went for a drive. We wound up going all the way to Bolton, where I grew up.
It was just the same. Oh, they had put a TD Bank where the La Standa used to be, and instead of Penny gas, it was an Esso station, but everything was pretty much the way I left it. It was weird to see a sushi place in the middle of town, though (this was Bolton, where weird things like sushi didn't exist. If you brought Chef Boyardee for lunch, everyone looked at you funny). I remembered exactly how to get to my old house, which looked the same from the outside, except for the Christmas lights along the roof.
I showed Stephen the center of town, where my sister got hit by a car, and the field behind my school where many a bully pushed me into a snowbank. After that, I kind of wanted to get out of there.
We got coffee on the way back home and stopped to buy some DVDs. Now we are making a delicious dinner involving a mushroom casserole thing and we're going to watch Catfish!
An excellent Sunday.
My parents go to church every Sunday. My mom has always been a devout Catholic, and my stepdad's whole family has always been involved in the church in some way, so every Sunday, without fail, they head to St. Thomas Aquinas, which is just down the street from our place. My sister goes with them sometimes, and they all go out for brunch and after-church gossip when it's over.
I like the idea of spending time with my parents and doing something they're so into. I really only see them once a month or so, and like - they're old! I should spend more time with them. I want to meet their church friends. I want to go for breakfast and gossip after. I still have my own issues with religion and church, but family time is family time, you know? Anyway, so Stephen and I have been going along with them.
Okay, so - I haven't been to church in QUITE SOME TIME. When I decided that religion was Not My Thing Anymore, I think I was maybe 16. I guess I thought that maybe mass had gotten a little funkier? Times had changed? That it would be like Sister Act?
Click to viewSO NOT LIKE SISTER ACT. Dudes, church is just as boring as I remember. Also, the priest was so not fun! I wanted someone like Father Norm, from when I was in high school (FYI, Father Norm was the shit). Instead, this guy was ALL BUSINESS. When it came time for communion, he had to make a special announcement about how this week they're going to try four different lines going this and that way to eliminate the "pushing and shoving". Since when is there pushing and shoving? I mean, how wild can it possibly get?
Maybe the problem is that it is Catholic church? I don't know. I remember going with my granddad to his church (he was Presbyterian) and the people seemed more joyful. Everyone was really nice, and there was always this coffee hour thing after, where everyone just hung out and ate a bunch of pastries. There are no pastries here.
Stephen suggested that we try a different church and see if that's more what I was hoping for. But then I wouldn't be spending time with my parents! You see the problem.
After the service today, we went for an extremely delicious breakfast that involved far more coffee than is necessary, and then Stephen and I went for a drive. We wound up going all the way to Bolton, where I grew up.
It was just the same. Oh, they had put a TD Bank where the La Standa used to be, and instead of Penny gas, it was an Esso station, but everything was pretty much the way I left it. It was weird to see a sushi place in the middle of town, though (this was Bolton, where weird things like sushi didn't exist. If you brought Chef Boyardee for lunch, everyone looked at you funny). I remembered exactly how to get to my old house, which looked the same from the outside, except for the Christmas lights along the roof.
I showed Stephen the center of town, where my sister got hit by a car, and the field behind my school where many a bully pushed me into a snowbank. After that, I kind of wanted to get out of there.
We got coffee on the way back home and stopped to buy some DVDs. Now we are making a delicious dinner involving a mushroom casserole thing and we're going to watch Catfish!
An excellent Sunday.